Cry of The Beast, Ch. 3 EnglandXReaderCry of The Beast, Ch. 3 EnglandXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next morning was terrible. With no sleep under his belt, Arthur was so groggy he rolled out of bed…and face first onto the floor. Right after that, he left the house to feed the chickens, only to be attacked by that demented rooster again. Arthur stumbled back into the house to find his breakfast burning (more so than usual, anyway).
So it’s going to be one of those mornings, hmm? Arthur thought bitterly, raking a hand through his thick hair. Shoving a spoonful of his overcooked breakfast into his mouth, Arthur let his mind wander back to his dream. He stared at the window, watching as the plain white curtains waved in the breeze. Suddenly he pictured locks of (h/c) shimmering in the sun and fluttering in the gentle summer wind.
He shook his head violently when he felt his ears go hot.
Now is NOT the time to be thinking of such things! he mentally scolded himself. With a huff, he stood up and stretched, before walking back into his roo